Slapstick pregnancy
I've been having more nose bleeds than I ever thought humanly possible since I've been pregnant. Which is not that many, I guess, but since I hadn't had even one since I was a child... well, it's been a lot. Then, 2 1/2 weeks ago, I got a head cold, and found myself in the delightful situation of weighing up the likelihood of a nose stuffed up with snot, or a nose stuffed up with blood (why does that seem so much more icky than discussions of bloody show or mucous plugs?)
Well, this morning I was foolishly congratulating myself on having gone A WHOLE DAY with no nose bleeds and barely any stuffiness, and perhaps being on the mend, when I (you guessed it) blew my nose and started bleeding. After sitting for a moment hoping to have it just stop so I could enjoy my morning beverage already, I opted to recline on the couch, pathetically, while it stopped itself.
On the way there, I had one of those spectacular calf muscle cramps that ALSO go with pregnancy, but which I mostly manage to catch in the early stages. Not so much this one. So I'm now leaning over, one hand on the couch, one hand balancing my laptop, leg in agony, wondering how to avoid dripping blood on the floor, the couch or the laptop, yelling obscenities (fortunately we don't have the kids today).
Garth comes over asking what can he do, so I threw (yes, threw) the laptop at him, which he cleverly caught with his CHIN. I hobble to the couch only to have to make the choice between stopping up the nose and massaging the INTENSE LEG PAIN away. Oh, and giggling uncontrollably. G came over to massage the leg, getting rid of that dilemma, and expressing relief that, despite all the swearing, he didn't have to try to avoid laughing at the ridiculous mess I'd got myself in. :)
I'm fine now. Well, apart from my dignity.
Well, this morning I was foolishly congratulating myself on having gone A WHOLE DAY with no nose bleeds and barely any stuffiness, and perhaps being on the mend, when I (you guessed it) blew my nose and started bleeding. After sitting for a moment hoping to have it just stop so I could enjoy my morning beverage already, I opted to recline on the couch, pathetically, while it stopped itself.
On the way there, I had one of those spectacular calf muscle cramps that ALSO go with pregnancy, but which I mostly manage to catch in the early stages. Not so much this one. So I'm now leaning over, one hand on the couch, one hand balancing my laptop, leg in agony, wondering how to avoid dripping blood on the floor, the couch or the laptop, yelling obscenities (fortunately we don't have the kids today).
Garth comes over asking what can he do, so I threw (yes, threw) the laptop at him, which he cleverly caught with his CHIN. I hobble to the couch only to have to make the choice between stopping up the nose and massaging the INTENSE LEG PAIN away. Oh, and giggling uncontrollably. G came over to massage the leg, getting rid of that dilemma, and expressing relief that, despite all the swearing, he didn't have to try to avoid laughing at the ridiculous mess I'd got myself in. :)
I'm fine now. Well, apart from my dignity.